6 THE MILKWOMAN. She was tall enci strong, and she walked along With a firm, substantial tread, L.lke one who knows that wherever she goes She is earning her daily bread. Yet she is aware lhat her face Is fair; Hut she also understands That the tx st o£ her charms are her stout red' arms And her strong, hard-working hands. "It's them," says she, "as has work'd for me, Wherever my work has been; And as for my face, why. it's no disgrace, For I reckon it's always clean. "Well, there's Jack, I know, he bothers me so— But what do I care for him? Til ha' nothing to say to a lad that's gay, So long as I've life and limb! "Such chaps may do for a wench like you, As is ford of an easy life; Rut if 1 get a man, I shall do what I can For to make him a working wife." Then she went on her beat through the bustling sireet With a step like a martial man's; A step that suits her iron-shod boots And the weight of her clanking cans. There were many who eyed her stately stride As she moved through the yielding crowd, With her hands on her hips and a smile on her lips, And a look both calm and proud. They could not see what was clear to me— That the loftiest lady there Might envy the part In Dame Nature's heart Which is owned by Kitty Clare. —A. Mumby, in London Spectator. A Knave of Conscience By FRANCIS LYNDE.^ ICopyrig'ii I.4JU, by Francis i-j mlu.) CHAPTER XIII. Tutting this and that together, it was the Griswcdd of his earlier New York days—the days of the slender patrimony who presented himself at the counter of the Hotel Marlbor ough. The clerk was graciously af fable. "CJlad to have you with us, Mr. Griswold. Will you have a room?" Griswold thought not; not in any case if lie could get a later train to his destination. This brought on a question and answer. There was a train, and the clerk did know some thing of Waliaska; knew much, in fact, since he had lived there. Griswold pumped the man dry, and at the end of the pumping process knew as much about the Minnesota town as he could have gleaned from a six months' residence therein. Aft erward, lie went to supper in the cafe, meaning togo thence to tb«» waiting Pullman at the Terminal. He was scarcely out of sight be fore the diminutive Irishman who had driven him came to the counter and made cautious inquiries of the clerk, touching the name, address and intentions of his late fare; all this on the pretext that the fare had overpaid him. The clerk knew his man and in dulged him, even going so far as to write Griswold's name and intended address on a card for him. Where upon, instead of waiting for Gris wold's emergence from the cafe, as he promised to, the cabman disap peared. Griswold had a quarter of an h|>ur of purely philistine contentment while he was waiting for his supper. At last the difficulties were all in the past. lie would resume his name and his plans; and these last took on all the roseate hues of their birthday. He would goto Waliaska, settle down to his work, study the people, be helpful and generous and brother loving, using the money he had won for the betterment of his kind. And in time he would meet Miss Farnham on her own ground, and she would see the demonstration of bis theory —see and be convinced. But just here he remembered that he could never convince her, because she could never know; and from this he passed to many curious questions touching his own feelings this young wom an who had been thrown in his way. He had been calling her a faultless author's model; was she only that— to him? Assuredly she was much more, and when he had gotten that far, it was only a step to the admis sion that lie was frankly in love with her. The admission opened up a prospect for which there was no word save grievous. For since he could never stoop to win her under false pretenses, she might never be won. He knew well enough that all the good deeds he could ever do with the stolen money would not atone; that in the moment of fruition her conscience would condemn him and cast him out. Perhaps it was this thought, as much as the threat of coining ill ness, %>iat made him lose his appetite as soon as his supper appeared. But lose it he did, and nothing the wait er could bring sufficed to tempt him. He forced himself to eat a little in elieer desperation, and afterward went to the great rotunda to smoke a cigar. To his great disgust, the tobacco brought on a return of the vertigo which had assailed him on the levee; whereupon he paid his •core and took a cab for the train, meaning togo to bed and try the • fleet of forgetfulness. The experiment was a success, tem porarily, at least, and lie was asleep before the I'ullnian porter came to adjust the uereen in the window ut lli*. feel. 'J lie train was made up ready to ie live when a hawk-faced man simn tered up to the htc,is of the Pullman • lid peeked at the porter. "Much of a loml to-night, George?" »aii, UHk*. 'j j joilj yet but de genTman froin the Marl borough." "A gentleman from the Marlbor ough? When <!id he come down?" The porter knew the hawk-faced one only by intuition; but Griswold's tip was warming in his pocket, and he lied at random and on general principles. "Been hcah all de evenin'; come down right soon after supper and went to baid like he was tarr'd." "What sort of a looking man' is he?" "Little, smooth-faced, narr'-chisted gen'l'man; looks like he might be—" But the wheels began to move, and the liawk-faced one had turned away. Whereupon the porter cut his simili tude in the midst, picked up his car pet-covered step, and climbed aboard. CHAPTER XIV. In the day of its beginnings, Wa liaska was a trading post on the In dian frontier. Later it became the market town of a wheat growing re gion, and it was of the wheat grow ing era that Jasper Grierson was a product. He was a young man when he went overland to Colorado in the wake of the Pike's Peak excitement, and his townsmen saw him no more till he returned in the vigorous prime of age, wealthy, and the father of a daughter who presently began to re construct the social fabric of Wa haska upon a model of her own de vising. In this charitable undertaking Jas per Grierson abetted liis daughter as the magnate of a small town may. He built a mansion at the lake-edge and called it Mereside; and when it was done gave a house-warming to which the biddings were in a certain sense mandatory, since by that time he had a fiduciary finger in nearly every industrial pie in Waliaska. After the house-warming, Margery Grierson's leadership was tacitly ac knowledged, though the women still discussed her with more or less frankness in the sewing circles. Crystallized into accusation, there was little to be said against her, save that she was pretty and rich, and that her leaning toward modernity was sometimes a trifle startling. Hut the charitable seamstresses made the most of these drawbacks, edging them now and then with curious speculations about Margery's mother, whom neither Jasper Grierson nor his daughter ever mentioned. None the less, the biff house by the lake continued to set the social pace. Afternoon teas began to supersede the sewing circles; not a few of the farmers' wives attained to the for mal dignity of visiting cards with "Wednesdays" or "Thursdays" print ed in neat script in the lower left hand corner; and in some of the less conservative households the principal meal of the day drifted from its noontime anchorage to unwonted moorings among the evening hours. For these innovations Miss Grier son was responsible. She had ambi tions, but she was wise enough to make the most of present opportuni ties. It was better to be a leader in Waliaska than to be an humble fol- Ml HE WROTE GRISWOI.D'S NAME AND INTENDED ADDRESS ON A CARD FOR HIM. lower in a great city; but she admit ted this without prejudice to a fixed determination to revolve in the larger orbit when the time should come. She was content to wait, but she aimed high. Unquestioned social rec ognition, won or compelled; that and nothing else would atone for the ob trusively unlovely past tholed in pri vation and squalor in the Colorado mining camps. Miss Grierson was barely 22, but she had lived much. Hut there were obstacles to be sur mounted even in Waliaska. From the first there was a perverse minority which refused to bow the head in the house of Rimmon. The Farnliams were of it, and the ltayiners, with a following of a few of the families called old, as age is reckoned in the newer west. They were loath to ad mit the omnipotence of Jasper tirier son's wealth, and at the housewarm ing they hud been represented by va riously worded regrets. Miss Margery laughed defiantly and set her white teeth on a dauntless resolution to reduce this inner citadel of conserva tism. Accordingly she opened the campaign the next morning at the breakfast table. "Poppa, who is the treasurer of St. John's?" she asked. The magnate did not know, and said so. "But you ought to know," said Mar gery, with conviction. "Isn't it Mr. Raymer?" "Why, yes; he is the man, come to think. What do you want of hllii?" ".Nothing of him. 1 vnuit a check payable to his order. A hundred will be enough, I think." •Jasper Grierson laughed. "Going in for respectability right, ain't you?" In* said, but wrote the cheek on the ,|HIU Iwo hours later Mis* Gricrsiin's I rap, tooled by herself, paraded in aUvwi lu ia« ui lite CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 25, 1902. esthetic. Tl.e big English trap horse, the high-svvuyg, atyli-U vehicle and the faultlcssly-gowneil young woman on the box were three parts of a harmonious whole, anil more than one pair of eyes looked, and turned to look again. Miss Margery drove daily in good weather, but on this occasion the outing had an objective other than the spectacular. Wherefore, when the high-stepping English horse had meas ured the length of Main street lie was sent on across the railway track and was finally brought to a stand before the olllce of the Wahaska iron works. Kuymer was at his desk when the trap drew up before nis door. A mo ment later lie was at the fore wheel, bareheaded, and offering to help Miss Margery down. "No, thank you, I'll not come down," she said. "Duke doesn't stand well. Can I see Mr. Edward Ray me r a moment?" Raymer bowed and blushed a little, lie knew her so well, by eye intimacy, at least, that he thought she must know him. Hut he was a fair man, fair to redness, as his hair and beard attested, and he blushed easily. "That is my name. What can I do for you, Miss Grierson?" "Oh, thank you," she rejoined, im pulsively. "I was afraid I might have to introduce myself. I—" The interruption was of Raymer's making. One of his employes ap peared opportunely, and he sent the man to the horse's head with a ges ture and once more held up his hands to the perched one. She let him lift her to the side walk, and the ease with which he did it gave her a pleasant little thrill, of the sort that comes with the realiza tion of a thing hoped for. Next to social triumphs, strength, strength in a man, was a thing to be admired. Raymer held the office door open for her and placed a chair at the desk end. "Now we can be comfortable at shorter range," he said. "Will you pardon the interruption, and tell me what 1 can do for you?" "Oh, it's only, a little thing. I came to see you about renting a pew in St. John's; that is our fchureli, you know." Raymer did not know it, but he was politic enough not to say so. "I am quite at your service. Shall I show you a plan of the sit tings?" She protested that it wasn't at all necessary; that any assignment he chose to make would do. Hut he got out the plan and dusted it, and in the putting together of heads over it many miles of the gap of unacquaint ance were swiftly and safely over passed. When the sittings were finally chosen she found her purse. "It's so good of you to take the time from your business to wait on me." she said. "I—l asked poppa to make out a check, but I don't know whether it's for enough." Raymer took the order to pay and glanced at the amount. "It is twice as much as we get for the best locations," he demurred. "Wait a moment and I will write you a check for the difference and give you a receipt." Hut at the word she was in a flut ter of protest. "Oh, please don't!" she pleaded. "If it is too much, put the difference in the missionary box, or in the— the rector's salary, as a little dona tion from poppa, you know." Thus the small matter of business was concluded, and Miss Grierson rose to go. "I am so glad I had the courage to come and see you this morning. We have been dreadfully remiss in church matters, but I am going to try to make tip for it now that we are com fortably settled in our own house. I'm sorry you couldn't come to us last evening to help us christen Merc side. Please tell your mother and Miss Raymer that I hope we'll meet some time. I should so dearly love to know them. Thank you, so much. Good-by." Raymer went out with her, put her on the box and watched her drive away. His smile was meant to be satirical, but it became openly aj>- probative. "She is a shrewd little strategist," was his comment; "but, all the same, she's a mighty pretty girl. I wonder why mother and Gerty haven't called on her?" He carried the query home with him in the evening, but when he had given an account of Miss Gricrson's visit it seemed injudicious to put it. Mrs. Raymer's comment left some thing to be desired, but her glance across the table in Gertrude's direc tion was significant. "The 'regrets' did that," she said; and Gertrude nodded. Having tlitis mined the Raymer out works, Miss Grierson next turned her batteries upon the Fnrnhnms. They were Methodists, and she soon learned that the doctor's hobby was a strug gling mission in Norsk Hollow. Ac cordingly, the paternal check book was again called into requisition, and the stylish trap made an excursion to the doctor's ollice iu Main street. "Good morning, doctor," she chirped, bursting in upon the elder ly hobbyist as a charming embodi ment, of youthful enthusiasm. "I'm running errands for poppa this morn ing. Mr. Uoilney was telling us about that little mission iu Norsk Hollow, and poppa is very anxious to be al lowed tn help. Hut we are not Metli odists, you know, and he was nfraiil that is, he didn't know how you might " It was an exceedingly clever bit of acting, and the good doctor capitu lated at once, discrediting for the first time In his life tin- intuition of his womankind. "It was very thoughtful and rood hearted of you, Mlhb Margery," he aid; "the more so as you must have a gtcul uiuiiJ cullw uvuu jum thai ity. We have been wanting to put i trained worker in churtr'' of the mis sion, and this good deed of yours makes it possible." "It is a kindness to us to be al lowed to help, Pin sure," murmured the little lady. "You will let me know when more is needed? Promise me that, doctor." "I shouldn't be a good Methodist if I didn't," laughed the doctor. Then he remembered the honsewarming, anil whs moved to make amends for the regrets. "I'm sorry we couldn't he neighborly the other evening, but my sister is very frail, and Charlotte doesn't go out much. But they will call before they go south for the win ter." But for some renson the doctor's vi carious promise was not kept, and the Farnliams held aloof, notwith standing Margery's praiseworthy ac tivity in St. John's; and the Oswalds relinquished the public library project when it became noised about that Jasper Grierson and his daugh ter were moving in it. Margery pos sessed her soul in patience, and was placably persistent; but when the winter wore away and spring came nnil found the conservative opposi tion increasing rather than diminish ing, she grew vindictive, as who would not. "They think I'm a jay!" she said to herself one day, when the Ray niers, mother and daughter, had ap parently taken pains to avoid her at the counters in Thornwalden's. "They need a lesson, and they're in a fair way to get it. I'm not going to sing small all the time!" The next afternoon she met Ray mer as he was coming out of the First national bank. They were fairly good friends by this time, and the young man stopped willingly enough to exchange commonplaces with the president's daughter. In the midst of them she astonished him. "Mr. Raymer, please tell me what I have done to offend your mother and sister," she said, abruptly; and half of the deferred payment of tri umph was discharged on the spot by Raymer's blundering attempts at dis avowal. "Why, Miss Margery! I don't know—that is—er —you really must be mistaken!" "I'm not, and I'd like to know," she persisted, looking him hardily in the eyes. "I am sure it must be something I have been doing, and if I can find out what it is I'll re form." Raymer got away as quickly as he could; and when the opportunity of fered was besotted enough to repeat the question to his mother and (ser trude. ITo Re Continued ] A NICE DISTINCTION. The Old ('mitnin Fornlihed Kin (jueat with Money to Pay Ilia Regular Ilill. The bronzed and blue-eyed "eap'n" who takes summer visitors on long and delightful sails in his pretty boat, the Phoebe Lou, has never grown rich, although his native town on"the Cape" is full of well-to-do people for nearly four months every year. A newcomer to the place thinks he may have found the key to the captain's moderate circumstances, says Youth's Companion. One day this young man had invited a party of a dozen togo as his guesti for an "all-day cruise" with the cap tain. At the end of the excursion he found that in the hurry of the early start he had left his money at home. "I'll be down to-morrow the first thing, to pay you, captain," he said, regretfully, "and I'm sorry I was so careless as to come off without my money to-day." "See here," said the captain, grave ly tendering the young man a bulging wallet which he extracted from an in side pocket, "if you'd feel any easier to settle your bill to-night I can lend ye the money well as not, and you can give it back whenever it's convenient, or let her run over till another spring —it's pretty near the end of the season, anyway. 1 know how you feel about a regular bill. I always want to get 'em paid up soon as they're due." A f'rm*! Threat, At a crowded theatrical performance in the provinces recently, a very strong-minded lady, annoyed at the hugeness of the hats in front which spoilt her enjoyment, left her seatftnd took up her position in the gangway. The attendant followed and told her it was forbidden to stand in the pang way. The lady took not the slightest notice, upon which the officer went on to say: "Madam, if you don't go I shall have to remove you." "Touch me if you dare," replied the intrepid lady, glaring at him. "Just put a finger on me and I'll call out 'Fire!' " The attendant looked round at the crowded house and left the lady mis tress of the situation.—London Tit- Bits. Wo Inter* icuinK Him. The great man shook his head when the wise medical experts re quested the privilege of examining him with the X-rays. "Hut why not?*" they Insisted. "Hecanse I always did object to h«- iug interviewed," he chuckled.—Chi cago Daily News. I'lirliHtiKe of \ If m, lie I wouldn't think of marrying a girl who didn't love me. She And 1 wouldn's think of loving a man who didn't marry me Chicago Daily News. A «l vie#. Man has very little use for advic* that doesn't confirm his uwu opinion -Cilicagg Da.u Might llnve Ileen Sore of It. "Somehow," Haiti the girl in blue, "I can't help wishing I hail accepted him." "Why, dear?" asked the girl in gray. "Why, he swore that he'd never bo happy again, and I'm afraid he is." "Ah, yes," commented the girl in gray reflectively. "As matters are now yon can't be sure that he isn't, but if you'd married him you could make sure of it." —Chicago l'ost. . Kar->fork». "Strange that the jury should give a verdict against liiiu in his suit for damages." '"Oh! They had very strong evi dence that he was a hypocrite." "Why, no one testified to tnat ef fect."' "Perhaps not; but he wears flow ing side-whiskers and a smooth lip and chin."—Catholic Standard and Times. Inn TiKlit IMaee. "Yes," he said. regretfully, "I seem to be up against it good and plenty. My fiancee is wild 011 the subject of germs and microbes, and she insists that I must choose between her and my mustache. I'm due to lose one or the other." "Lose the mustache, my boy." "That's just the trouble. If you ever saw me without it you'd have my haunting fear that, when it's gone, I'll lose the girl, too."—Brooklyn Post. Conld lli- of AMMl«tnnce. Jim—Say, Fred, old boy, I'm look ing for some friend who will'loan me ten dollars. Come, now—can't you be of assistance? Fred—-Certainly. "Thank you ever so much." "Yes, it's going to rain, anil if. yoitS4 step over to my office I'll lend you one of your umbrellas so you won't get we' while you're looking.—N. Y. Weekly. Might. Tfcp pen Is mightier than the sword. Hut In the large affairs of men This fact we may likewise record: The dollar's mightier than the pen. —Chicago Record-Herald. UEll OKA Hi;.ST FRIE.N'D. Miss Rosebud—l'm afraid I've caught cold. 1 have such a terrible headache. Miss Lotus —Yes, dear, a cold al ways flics to the weakest spot, does n't it? —Moonshine. The I Niinl Thine. I phot ar. arrow Into the air; It fell to earth—l knew not whore— Until a neighbor set up a howl Because I'd killid a favorite fowl. —Chicago Dally News. 11 o |M* SprhiKJt Internal. Landlord —In one word, when are you going to pay your arrears? Hard-L'p Author —I will sal isfy your demands as soon as I receive t lie money which the publisher will paj me if he accepts the novel 1 am going to send him as sunn as tile work is finished which I am about to commence when I have found a suitable subject and the necessary inspiration.—Tit -Hits. Wktn in I.JII I'II-. "I sec Huston people eat pie in the morning, and New Yorkers have it at night. Which ilnyou think the better w ay, doctor?" "Well, I should say the New York etvle. The longer a man puts off eat ing pie the better it is fur liiiu."— Yonkers Statesman. Chll'lt Mil \\c«llli. "Horn with u silver spoon in his mouth, eh ?" "Yes; favored his mother, llis fa ther. \ i>ll know, is a Chicago man." "What has that to do with it'."' "Well, if he hail taken after his fa ther. it vv oiild have llceu a silver Knife." —Philadelphia Press. Thr Nnrrprr, "I shall weep every thing before in* in this campaign," mil the iiliscrupu lou > politician. "1 see," aid his wife; "that explain* I what thai rude person meant by uy ing vmiwi re out for the Uu»t." Wu»ti> aiur. ( A Poor Olijppl f,rimoD "My! My! My!" said the little girl's grandmother, "you mustn't make so much fuss when you have your hair combed. When I was a little girl I had my hear combed three or four times every day." "Vcs," said the child, pointing at the poor little gray knot on the back of the good old lady's head, "and see what you've got for it!"— Chicago Record-Herald. Takfnic n Drink. Some men can drink and stop before They've gone too far, they think; And then they walk a few blocks mor* Ar.d then they stop and drir.k. —Philadelphia Press. I*ll AC TIC AI, 111 IF HI I,TV. He—l'd goto the end of the world with you, darling. She —Yes, but have you the car fare? —X. Y. Journal. Suburban Woe*. The girl said "No" to all his pleadings. And every joy his heart forsook. For that morn his wife had told him To hustle out ar.d hire a cook. —Chicago Daily News. The Tluva rt i nit of Dnvid. "I see that the cartoons represent us as Goliath," said the first mag* nate, "f.nd the law as David coming to do us. battle." "Yes," laughed the second mag nate; "but we have fixed all that.'' "How?" "The leather trust won't sell David enough material to make his sling." —N. Y. Times. It Wis Old. "Confound it!" growls the testy hus band, "I'd lite to know what has be come of that bottle of whisky I kept in my wardrobe." "Why, Henry,"says the patient wife, "I heard you tell Mr. Gooph that it was 15 years old; so when I wascollect ing all our old things for the charity rummage sale 1 sent that along, too." —Judge. Genuine- I'b lloKopber. "Craps all burnt to flinders?" "Yes." "No rain in sight?" "Not a drap." "Totally mint, ain't you?" "Tetotally!" "Well, what air you a-smilin' over?" "I'm smijin' at the prospect of the sheriff cumin' to levy on notkin'!"— Atlanta Constitution. llow a Mnidpn'« Won. Just a man ar.d Just a maid. Just a hammock in the shade. Just a pair of eyes Timed like the summer skies. Just a little argument Savoring of sentiment. Jus't the theme of love begun. And just this—the ma-ideu's won! —Leslie's Weekly. YKit V I*AUTICIL.AB. Culler—Mrs. Multrooney in? Bridget She is that, sor. Culler Is she engaged'.' Bridget -- Kugage*!. indeed »he'i married, s»r. Vlly Sloper. Household ft^euiimtiy. Urn ml le \\ hy do you ul\va\s agree with your wife iu everything -.Lie says T Thome I find it cheaper to da that t) an to tpiurrei with her and then buy diamonds t« »uuur« iuj» Ju.'.-e. .
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